It was just a rose that I held
but when my fingers touched the petals
they dripped blood
so red, ruby red…
I gnawed on the stem
the thorns ripped my heart
and now I am soaking in blood
so red, crimson red…
Such a regret to forget
the sinful glint in its beauty
the rose laid beside me in a pool of blood
so red, rose red…
Copyright © 2007 Amel Hanan - All Rights Reserved
This is actually a very simple poem written out of boredom while I was in high school. But it was this poem that inspired me to plant a new breed of black rose at my place. I haven't succeeded in growing one yet, but let's just hope a miracle will happen.
You don't want to read this blog... I dare you. Seriously, it's stupid. There's nothing in it.
FORBIDDEN ROSE
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